Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
The Litter,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.